[SWP] ACT IV: god whispers on the wind

[Sabine]

s a b i n e I touch the French window And leave you behind, one last time The island is a spark to light the detonating cord between her candle-white teeth.  She loathes her skin and her mouth and every synapse in her head that allowed her feet to carry her here, as she stands hidden within a garland of prismatic colour.  These men and their women and their children -- they clamour and creep beneath the shadow of a God she doesn't understand.  She watches with eyes coloured by pain as they seize Tempus' hooks like salmon migrating south, and she wants to reach out to free them; but what does she know of Time? Of Freedom?  Perhaps she is the fish speared by time. Sabine thinks to herself, as the world pivots on a dystopian axis, that none of it matters anyway.

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STAFF EDIT***
@Sabine has rolled a 1! She has been awarded +1 EXP point.